Zeke’s head was on her lap. He was only inches from her p***y and that’s when he was really annoyed he didn’t have a shifter smell. f*****g hell. The shooting didn’t stop until they were down the road.
“What were you saying?” she asked, her voice calm and soft as if she hadn’t just competed against Ripley for best time killing aliens.
He rose from her lap, though he loved being there, and tried to regain some of his masculinity. He glanced at her eyes, a deep frown marred her brow. She sniffed and her eyes widened.
“I think you can slow down,” he murmured, noticing she was going over 100 mph in a thirty-five.
She opened the lid to the compartment between the seats and pulled out a small towel.
“No, I don’t think I can. You’re hit,” she growled as she leaned toward him, pressing the cl
